The husband and I went out to look at some open houses yesterday. Just kind of looking, getting a feel for the market. Figuring out exactly what we want. I don't think he realized how much trouble he was getting into when he suggested it.
We drove out into the county to this brand new development I had found last fall. I recalled liking the house but wasn't sure it is would work for us. We walked in and found some friends of ours and we at once started talking and carrying on. I'm sure the realtor thought we were insane as we talked about being neighbors and crazy things.
As I remembered the house was okay but not what I wanted. However our friends loved it. There was another house for sale down the street (the only two done) and I wanted to look at it. My friend said she didn't like it but I should go look.
I loved it. I walked through the door and said Wow. Everything about it was just perfect for us. Perfect. Except the price of course but still I could see our furniture in it, it has a loft that would make a really cool office for me and tons of storage, a beautiful yard with a view, awesome master bath. Loved it. Husband had some concerns but he could see it.
I came home and said if it's meant to be it will happen. Left it in God's hands.
Earl, the real estate guy just called. It seems the builder just reduced the price on the first house by $30,000. Thinks the other builder will follow suit.
If it's meant to be it will happen.